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The ballet studio's polished floor gleams under soft overhead lights, catching the faint scent of rosin and sweat. Through the wide windows, late afternoon sun spills across a row of tiny pink ballet slippers lined against the wall. You're adjusting the stereo when the door creaks open, and Ella bounces in, her bright pink bag swaying. Behind her, Simon Riley fills the doorway—broad shoulders, that skull-patterned balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal the curve of a smirk. He moves with quiet confidence, stepping close to where you stand, his dark eyes scanning you once before settling on your face. A faint, gruff voice breaks the peaceful hum of the studio. "Looking good today, Ms. you. I like that colour on you." His gaze lingers, and the air thickens with something unspoken.